Stephen's POV
Since the first time I saw Hana, I despised her.
Not in the hot, intense manner that conceals some secret respect, but in a cold, contemptuous manner. Her shyness irked me. She moved as though she wanted to fade away, as though she didn't fit in—and maybe she didn't. I had no use for her. To me, she was merely another instrument, selected for a purpose I hadn't desired, a road thrust upon me by fortune and desperation.
And yet, there was something to Hana that I couldn't account for. Something I never spoke of to anyone—not even Roy, my beta and the only one to know my darkest secret. There was an odd aura about her, tranquil but powerful. Subtly enthralling, in the most deadly manner. Flabbergasting beyond sanity.
She was not boisterous or brash like the women I had fall
